Me.

When I Was In Class 9, My Sister Was A Student Of English Literature At The University Of Delhi.
It Was A Bad Choice To Challenge Her To A "Who Has A Better Vocabulary" Contest.
I Tried My Best And The My " Obnoxious-Catharisis " Couldn't Stand A Chance Against Her 'Ideological Idyosyncrasies'.
I Loved Losing That Day.
Because The Experience Of Learning Was Bliss To Me.
I Miss Those Days.
Now, Whatever I Know Is The End Of Everything.
If There Is Something I Don't Know Then It Isn't Important.
I Wish This Could Be My Arrogance Talking.
But It Is My Ignorance That Speaks.
Taekwondo, Guitar , Books, Driving, Tennis, Pets - I've Forsaken Them All.
What's Next ?
Family And Friends? The Latter Doesn't Mean Anything Anyway. I'm Beginning To Lose Interest In The Former Too.
So That Leaves Me To Me.
Me.

Breaking The Chain

I swore on a beloved,
I wouldn't hold the strings,
That tied me down to that same fog,
That could kill or choke me.
I tried for the first fifteen days,
Didn't spend a penny,
on the miserable labels,
of 'Classic Cuts' and 'Dunhills'
Until the urge overtook the need,
To endeare for my safety,
And out came my wallet,
with the heavy greens,
That had multiplied themselves,
In the last few weeks,
For i thought I had let go of the curse,
That i endured for years and months,
But instead,I had just fallen short,
Of patience and will power,
And took the pack of the 'white lights',
That shone in the dark times,
With me in my loneliness,
My only companion and my soulmate,
These excuses dragged me,
and i lit it up and took it inside of me.
Breakin habits,isn't easy.
You find alternatives,to come back to thee.
Sorry honey,I can't be strong,
Forgive me.